Desiigner link up with producer Murda Beatz for his latest banger “Formula.”

Last year the New York rapper had a massive break out hit with “Panda” but this year he struggles to score a follow up hit as massive as that one. Perhaps now he found the hit “Formula” again with this new track. Interestingly, on the artwork, Desiigner used a photo of Travis Scott and Kylie Jenner sitting courtside an NBA game recently. The pair have been dating for a few months and now it seems their relationship has inspired this song that is not from Scott and not from her ex-boyfriend Tyga. “Courtside with a bad b*tch,” he raps with the help of a little bit of auto-tune.

Desiigner released the song on SoundCloud on Monday and used the opportunity to let his fans know that his debut album is coming sooner than later. His fans have been waiting patiently for his to drop his debut project. It will be interesting to see if he can repeat the success of his singles like “Panda” and “Tiimy Turner.” “Panda” was a massive hit and climb all the way to the top of the Billboard Hot 100 chart last year. Go take a listen to Desiiner’s new song “Formula” below.

Yesterday was pouring
For straight two months now
How did we do it I just don’t know how
Life’s a real big pain
Without you
You left you did the same
Cause my love was so true
Your friends told me that
You kept up with me I don’t understand
Why we both can’t see
Why is it this way
When we knew it could be
Could we both just stop
And listen to me
All alone I sit at home baby
Waiting for the phone to ring
All I know is that I miss you baby
This loneliness is driving me crazy
My phone doesn’t ring anymore
No face, knocking at my door
Lonely days are here again
I know you feel the same girlfriend
Who was that guy I caught you walking with
In your smile I knew you wasn’t with it
Let’s stop awhile
And start our love again
It won’t take no time
For our hearts to mend
All alone I sit at home baby
Waiting for the phone to ring
All I know is that I miss you baby
This loneliness is driving me crazy
My phone doesn’t ring anymore
No face, knocking at my door
Lonely days are here again I know you feel the same girlfriend
My phone doesn’t ring anymore
No face, knocking at my door
Lonely days are here again
I know you feel the same girlfriend
I wanna tell you why I’m lonely
I’m so lonely without you
Don’t know what
I’m about do, oh girl I guess I’ve got to
Take you, back now
Driving me crazy, baby
Crazy, loneliness is driving me crazy
Loneliness is driving me crazy I don’t know what to tell you
My phone doesn’t ring anymore
No face, knocking at my door
Lonely days are here again I know you feel the same girlfriend
You don’t come around
You don’t call me no more, baby
This loneliness is driving me crazy[repeat 2X]
My phone doesn’t ring anymore
No face, knocking at my door
Lonely days are here again
I know you feel the same girlfriend
My phone doesn’t ring anymore
Ring anymore, baby

StarBoy Wizkid Hits us with a smashing new jam titled “Bounce” featuring the world best female rapper Nicki Minaj.

This beautiful song was produced by Mustard on The Beat. Meanwhile Nobody saw this coming, we officially present to you the untagged version of this very dope jam! wizzy is a killer, Nicki Minaj Murdered this too tho, Super +1 to the Producer, He produced Davido “ Pere“

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 1]
Thank God I got it, thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, yeah, a nigga ain’t plottin’
Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli
I be gettin’, not stoppin’
Young nigga gettin’ money, no option
Red beam hit a nigga in traffic
Oh shit, more shit ‘fore I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, more cham’, I’m pourin’ more shit
Life is fab, but I’m driven, focused
Niggas talk, but I quick reload shit
Make a million, hit ’em with the “oh shit”
Hit him with the oh o-shit
Pull back with the 4-5th
Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit
Everybody come up in the notion
I feel like Gotti
Nigga’s tourin’ and them niggas ain’t ’bout it
I get money and a nigga no option
Nigga talkin’ and the niggas start mobbin’
I feel like Gotti
I be ridin’ with the demons around me
Bugatti to McLaren, ‘Rari
Roll fast, mami, just watch me
I feel like Gotti
Hundred Xans, get to lick off her body
Percocets give me sex in the lobby
Hundred trends, yeah the trends, they watchin’
I feel like Gotti
I can see it, just believe it inside me
I can see it, just believe in and ride me
Hundred trends, see a champion got this

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I get it
I don’t know about wifey
Bad bitch right beside me
I get high when I’m writing
We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving
When she wrong Imma right it
I beat it up like I’m Tyson
I beat it up like I’m Michael
I wanna make a Ms. Jackson
We riding fast in that Aston
The love life not crashin’
Take me to yourself
‘fore a minute swear I see heaven
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a G, the chopper keep blastin’ it
Chop booty, keep dancing it
Dance club keep laughing it
Head right, live fast in here
Everybody start to gold diggin’
Ball hard, I’m a champion
Ball hard ’til the damage done
Live life ’til the day is done
Ball hard with my number one

[Refrain]
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long

[Verse 3]
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell they can’t stop me, no way
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hit as they go away
I get the flowest
I get the weed and I float away*
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
‘member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
Rain dance, rain dancing
Rich boy, play dazing

[Outro]
Yeah, remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell yea can’t stop me
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hits go away
I get the flowest
I get beating a flow
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way